Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Just then, she saw the medical staff wheeling Roy Lewis out of the CT examination room.

Richelle hurried over and took the wheelchair from them.

“How are you feeling?”

Roy handed her the results printed by the examiner, “Only you can understand this, I see just a few shadows.”

Richelle nodded, “I’ll look at it in the car later.”

The military hospital cleared a small area for Roy’s privacy.

Richelle didn’t want to waste too much time, so she quickly pushed him back to the car.

Parker drove away from the parking spot, and Richelle took out the results to examine them carefully.

“Where did you go just now?”

Roy pulled her into his embrace.

Before, he thought he had gyneophobia and would habitually maintain a safe distance from women.

But now, with Richelle around, it came naturally to him to want to touch her and hold her close.

It seemed that only when he felt her skin and warmth could he be truly at ease.

He once read a report that said if an adult craves something, it is usually because they lacked it during their childhood.

Going by his current symptoms of skin-touch hunger, it is deduced that he lacked physical contact from family members in his childhood.

And Richelle had become the cure for his skin-touch hunger.

Richelle naturally leaned into his embrace, looked at the report, and replied.

“I’m preparing for your surgery, so I called my mentor to borrow equipment, and talked to Uncle Nathan about the application.”

Roy already knew she was planning the surgery, so he was only surprised when he heard the part about Nathan.

“Why did you apply to Uncle Nathan for my surgery?”

Richelle only chose to mention what she could,

“The equipment for your surgery is one of a kind and is at the South Asia Research Institute Affiliated Hospital. My mentor and I don’t have the authority to borrow it, so we need Uncle Nathan’s help.”

With that explanation, Roy understood.

“Right, it’s hard for the research institute to refuse a request made by Uncle Nathan in diplomatic terms.”

Richelle nodded, “Yes, Uncle Nathan said he would contact South Asia later.”

Roy murmured, “So now my surgery is on countdown!”

Richelle playfully smacked his arm with a chop and glared at him.

“It’s the surgery that’s on countdown, Roy Lewis. Are you looking for a slap?”

Although Richelle is an atheist and shouldn’t care about such things,

As a patient, Roy is her lover and the father of her children. On a personal level, she cannot tolerate any talk of bad omens.

Roy saw that he had annoyed her and quickly bowed his head to apologize.

“Sorry, I slipped up… I won’t dare do it again!”

The two of them laughed and joked the whole way, and even though Parker took a longer route and spent an extra half hour, the two of them didn’t notice.

The plan for Roy’s surgery was officially underway.

On Richelle’s side, besides studying a large number of similar case studies every day to push the success rate higher,

she also had to ensure that she got enough sleep and exercised every day to ensure that she had enough physical and mental energy during the surgery.

As for Roy, he needed to deal with some important matters that only he could handle before the surgery.

The old man moved in with them that night after learning about the situation, bringing lots of bags with him.

He claimed he wanted to see his grandchildren but actually just wanted to spend more time with them.

Of course, he had great trust in Richelle’s medical skills, and he was cheerful every day without showing any worry.

Their three children were also informed of the situation right away. They had faith in their mother, just like their father.

So the three children carried on as usual, and their daily lives were not affected by the matter.

Even the day Roy was able to walk freely again, Richelle and the kids accompanied him to the countryside to check on the land designated for the new factory building.

Though that piece of land was the smallest among Roy’s holdings, it was still as big as several soccer fields. It was big enough for a medium-sized factory.

The children ran excitedly across the green grass, and several bodyguards followed them. Richelle and Nathan Caroule slowly surveyed the land and roughly planned the layout of the factory, warehouse, and other functional areas.

Nathan mostly listened, asking Richelle after hearing her thoughts.

“Dr. Dunn, do you plan on designing the factory yourself?”

Richelle laughed.

“How could I? Factory design prioritizes practicality over aesthetics, which covers fire safety, sewage treatment, and heat dissipation. A layman like me can only provide an early blueprint, but we need professionals to design the layout.”

Nathan thought about it and agreed.

As they talked, the three children returned from running off earlier.

Timmy and Timothy held Richelle’s hand and said, “Mommy, my brother and I want to have a small garden over there!”

Before Richelle could respond to Timmy, Timothy excitedly gestured with his hands,

“Yeah, little sister loves to swing, so there should be a beautiful swing in the garden!”

Richelle clicked her tongue, “Babies, are you building a factory or a garden for your sister?”